"My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go...."

Okey-dokey. The bags are packed, the sedatives are in the carry-on, and I have enough reading material to wallpaper midtown Manhattan. It's a cold, rainy day in Boston, and in just a few minutes we will be making our way to the Clusterfuck Mecca known as Logan Airport.

To my loyal readers -- all two of you, I'm still unsure if I will be posting while on vacation. John will have his laptop, so I may feel the need to blog. Then again, I might be too busy getting rubbed by strange Balinese men. I'm talking massages here -- get your minds outta the gutter!

Ta.